Hole

Hole

A Poem by Kay

I’m awake

and I don’t know how to describe this feeling,

like something’s missing but I have no idea what it is.

There’s a gap inside, what fills it?

It’s nagging, sitting on the edge of my consciousness all day.

I forget about it sometimes; maybe that’s called “living in the moment.”

Or maybe it’s temporarily ignoring the problem.

It’s kind of like feeling very thirsty,

and people offer you these carbonated, high-caffeine drinks,

just a bunch of junk, but the only way to quench yourself

is with water - where’s my water?

Will I find it in a person? A situation? An event? An epiphany? Spirituality?

Ugh, it’s itchy. I can’t relieve the sensation

of having a numb ache inside.

Makes me feel spoiled, my life could be far worse,

but it really isn’t ingratitude. Longing in conjunction with gratefulness

is so hard to explain.

The feeling is similar to twins separated at birth who aren’t aware the other exists,

yet they know something’s incomplete.

All their lives they feel that last puzzle piece

has escaped them, no matter how many friends, family,

partners they have.

Is it because most of us never find our soulmates?

Am I always eluded by the right time and place?

Can you please come and find me…

© 2016 Kay


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I love this piece... Thank you for an awesome write.. Everyone is searching for something, a place, a friend, love, the meaning of life - searching whether they find it or not... Spot on with the thought behind this..

Posted 6 Years Ago


Kay

6 Years Ago

Aw thank you! I totally agree, I've heard people talk about how their lives seems fine on the surfac.. read more

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